The city of Tokyo, Japan is more than meets the eye. Walking the streets along with the humans are demons, vampires, and several other creatures we've always been told don't exsist. By looking at them, you could never tell. You can only wonder.

Maikeru walked into the fish market with a metal grocery basket looking at the rather large spectacle of people scurrying from booth to booth. The people stared since he clearly wasn't from japan dressed very calmly in converse tennis shoes, cacky pants and white short sleeved collared shirt. His horn rimmed glasses gleamed under the lights as he walked up the aisles timid.

Dai noticed everyone staring, so he stared at this foreign looking person, too, so he wouldn't feel left out.

He smirked to himself, realizing this guy wasn't so different than he had been when he first came to Tokyo.

Of course, Dai's clothes had been ratted, he hadn't changed them in a while since he'd been on the run. After a while, he'd raised up enough money to buy a traditional Japanese kimono, which he now wore everywhere.

Hearing the voice unexpectingly maikeru a bit startled put his hands up like he was going to be arrested or mugged the basket flew into the face of one fisherman. "I sware I was going to buy it!!!" he exclaimed a bit hysterically but his demeanor comical.

Maikeru turned around to see a man wearing what seemed to be a rather long dress and matched dai's face in confusion. "Why are you wearing a skirt?" he asked nicely actually tugging at the bottom half as if he could believe what he was seeing.

"I have seen only one man in a skirt he is in a japanese rock band and looks very feminie but I've never seen anyone dressed like him or her." scratching his head maikeru thought about the man in the posters circling japan. "I think I willl stick with pants but I am maikeru akami." he said extending his hand for a shake.

He stared at Maikeru's outstreached hand. Handshakes still confused him, he'd never been taught proper manners. His wolfy instincts caused him to be tempted to sniff the hand, but he was sure that wasn't right, so he just stared.

Blaire smiled happily at the fish as if she were a child in a candy store. She looked into her wallet only to see it was empty. "I haven't had time to tell fortunes for profits yet....what'll I do for dinner tonight?" she asked herself, pouting. Then she noticed the two men near her. She went over to them and bent over trying to show off her cleavage, something she didn't usually do. But she had to use her body as a weapon when it came to men. "Would either of you let me tell your fortune? I always get my predictions right." she said with a charming smile.

Maikeru had been busy looking at his hand since dai hadn't shaken it wondering if he had done something insulting in dai's culture. When blaire had arrived he was still staring at it until she spoke taking out his wallet and handing what would be a week's worth of food spending money. "If you wanted money all you had to do was ask, people will help just to help sometimes." he replied handing the cash to her openly as if it was nothing but a burden for him. His demeanor was polite and for some reason didn't even notice what blaire's looked like or drew any hint he cared.

Looking at dai he looked at his hand still frowning concentrating what seemed to be incredibly hard on how to present himself. "Well mr. hiroshi I hope I didn't offend you with my hand shake." he said looking at him and then down at his watch. "Oh man my boss will kill me. I'm sorry to the both of you but I have to go." quickly in a paranoia type of run he jetted off running a clumsy comical fashion forgetting his basket.